"Bring it on, rich boy." The fishman muttered; he was fully confident.
Being at the bronze rank with even a bit of his silver core filled, how difficult could it be to defeat some classless young master?
Neil rolled his eyes, he didn't mind the comments, but his precious time was wasted.
[The battle begins!]
Just as the message popped, Neil's figure disappeared and at the same time, his opponent's body was cut into four pieces.
The battle was already over by the time he became visible again.
Neil himself felt something was different this time, he felt… more excited, his blood pumping at the thought of battle.
But this was not enough, he needed more, a bloody and brutal fight.
His battle hunger had increased.
The audience were all stunned and finally they noticed something.
"He is already at the 2nd Origin?!! Whoa, is he really from the same generation as us?"
"He should still be classless but the other guy was defeated right as the match began, his strength is monstrous."
